We all dance to the beat of a drum.
Our rhythm of life.
The sound, the pattern...
pounding within our chest.
*We live,
we breath,*
Spending our whole life,
looking for a certain cadence.
A beat to match our pulse.
It isn't until our hearts merge
that the pattern turns into a song.
A measure of first love,
the tempo of a kiss.
Flowing together in a musical harmony.
We dance,
Whistling together,
the sweet tune of ours.
A movement of passion,
the melody of marriage.
and we die
Changed forever,
as the song fades out.
Our souls made music together.
One, epic ballot.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
We all dance to the beat of a drum.
Our rhythm of life.
The sound, the pattern...
pounding within our chest.
*We live,
we breath,*
Spending our whole life,
looking for a certain cadence.
A beat to match our pulse.
It isn't until our hearts merge
that the pattern turns into a song.
A measure of first love,
the tempo of a kiss.
Flowing together in a musical harmony.
We dance,
Whistling together,
the sweet tune of ours.
A movement of passion,
the melody of marriage.
and we die
Changed forever,
as the song fades out.
Our souls made music together.
One, epic ballot.
